“Start walking. When you hit a spot where you’re gasping for breath, that should tell us our limitations. (Xypher)Oh, joy. I can’t wait to be the guppy. (Simone)Glub, glub, little fishy. Start walking. (Xypher)”

“I don’t like being threatened, lied to, or manipulated. You’d do well to remember that. (Simone)Or what? You’re going to snivel at me? (Xypher)”

“He walks in daylight. But, like a demon, he’s weaker then. He seems to have the powers of a god, but no followers. What would you call him? (Xypher)I wouldn’t call him anything that didn’t make him deliriously happy. (Simone)”

“Fine. I’m a Skotos (Xypher)That means what? You have toe jam? (Simone)”

“Did you do that? (Simone)Sometimes my powers work. Sometimes they don’t. Looks like this time they did. Yea, us. (Xypher)”

“Are you okay? (Simone)No, I’m in ecstasy. I blew straight past okay the minute you touched me. (Xypher)”

“You’re not a morning person, are you? (Simone)I’m a Dream-Hunter/demon. By my very nature I’m nocturnal. That big yellow ball in the sky offends me to the very core of my being. (Xypher)”